Maybe One Day

Yeah, you know business as usu', you know
 Whole lot of unofficial shit to do
 I handle stress and shit blues to whoever's amused
 And spit truth 'til it lit up the booth
 I'm like the kid with the chipped tooth split with, Bishop in Juice
 Or like Don Juan Bishop how I'm flipping the truth
 I pity them fools swoopin' through the city in jewels
 Rented is use, in it for them Benjamins too
 And so am I but why would I use it on fool's gold
 When you know your true soul shines foolio
 You didn't know, nobody told you better
 Nobody ever told you you could be somebody ever
 Nobody ever said it would be easy but jeez
 I dream the pipe, scheming nightly on American cream
 Still nobody believes, tryna get a free piece of these
 These dreams we sell to these fiends and gel to these things
 This, bling bling, sour cream on top of everything
 You would never think that we needed sour cream
 Like I don't know how I'm lean cause I love sour cream
 Give me cheese, give me green, bread is all we need
 Head is all I need, we've bled for all of these
 Things and I think I'm a in a dream boat, floating upstream
 Merrily, smoking on mary green leaves
 And maybe one day, he will
 Reign supreme and become a king
 And one day, maybe she will
 Rise again and become a queen
 Yea, uh, part
 Spark something up, top the hunger
 Reflect when I was young and didn't have to spark nothing up
 I wonder what it was that had me puffing blunts
 Coughing my blood and guts up for a f__king buzz
 Bugging out on the biz right when I got a buzz
 Seeing God on green, they putting trust in bucks
 F' the stress that comes with success
 I was always depressed, the press was like f'k is up? (wassup!)
 I said nothin' much, besides gas
 She said yea, plus the sunshine, bask
 Started fasting on life, peeping subtle stuff
 I gave a bum a buck, watch the kids double dutch
 Bus stop hops and train trips to mama's
 With books dropping knowledge on lies that once covered us
 Like we ain't land on Plymouth Rock, God summoned us
 Block smugglers rise up from under the blue skies
 Sunshine, what a day to take a walk in the rain
 Wash the thoughts on your brain dry
 Get lost for a change
 Was hitting up? for some change just to cope with my lame life
 Putting rings on queens that I wouldn't wife
 Pushing dreams on fiends with this wooden mic
 And it seemed so extreme to be free
 So I just adjusted to being me, truly
 And maybe one day, he will
 Reign supreme and become a king
 And one day, maybe she will
 Rise again and become a queen
 On that new hype, talking like I grew like 7 inches
 Yea, green vision
 I make predictions on the state of spitting
 Wack rappers will remain getting, a gang or riches, and lame b'ches
 I'm in the game lane switching
 Already late bruh, got no time to hit the brakes or the switches
 Blaze off J's in the swishers
 Tobacco's for wack folk though, my black hope used to whisper
 Time was all up in my face, God listened
 John bitching, my mom wishing, I stick with all the Christians
 Sometimes I go to church and, toss my sins up at the altar
 We all fall victim to systems, mine in this business
 Figures in interviews, no time for interlude, sh' sh' screwed up
 Can't even use a buck without feeling like a jerk
 For what it's worth, I almost blew up but
 I heard y'all, had to kick back, wipe my shirk off
 Was on my ____ so tough, I could've jerked off
 The old heads said watch the cursing
 Losing work cause I'm thinking 'bout my first job serving... god every murnin' (morning)
 Morning over urns With a burnt feeling thinking 'bout my friends as the Earth spins
 As we worship warships On a spiritual war-tip, y'all listen, we all up in this
 Four fitted joint with the forces, don't forget y'all admission ticket
 To get up in this, you gotta break through the laws of physics
 Simple as arithmetics, twist wisdom, & get lifted